Chapter 4

A quick A/N before you move onto the main story. Thanks so much for liking and reading my story. I've only gotten one review but t was a good one and cheered me up a bit when i read it.

From here on out, the story will be told in 3rd person. I know a lot of people hate switch ups but I can't keep typing like that. I had to re-write the last chapter several times because when I went back over it because I started writing in 3rd person halfway through.

Sorry, but I tried.

Anyway to those of you that followed already: Thank you

To anyone new: Welcome!

-I do NOT own Harry Potter or it's characters

-I DO own Sonya and the plot

~TL

~ * ~ REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW ~ * ~


Two months later- March 26th

Euphemia stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel while she walked to the bottom of the staircase. "James, Sonya! Breakfast!"

Two pairs of thumping feet made themselves known, followed by shouted childish insults as the two six year olds appeared at the top. "James, give it back!" Sonya whined, racing after the boy ahead of her as he tramped down the stairs.

"Not until you catch me!" James called back, stumbling down a stair when he turned to look at her over his shoulder. Stopping at the top of the stairs, Sonya stomped a foot in frustration and narrowed her eyes in anger at the young boy now standing at the bottom next to Euphemia.

"James, what did you take?" His mother sighed, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. James shifted on his feet guiltily and pulled his arm out from behind his back, showing her the book he held. "She wouldn't play anything with me while she was reading it!" He whined when she took the book from him and turned it over in her hands.

"I told you I was almost done." Sonya huffed, stomping down the stairs until she stood right in front of him with her arms crossed, an irritated look on her face. "I only had two pages left!"

"Two pages, then another book!" James retorted, crossing his own arms as he glared right back. "You promised we would go outside and play!"

"James, you shouldn't take things that don't belong to you." Euphemia murmured, still staring at the book in her hands before turning her attention to Sonya. "Where did you get this book?"

Shuffling her feet, Sonya looked down at them and twisted her hands behind her back. "I found it in the study."

Fleamont poked his head from the kitchen with a frown on his face. "What's taking so long? I'm starving." He moaned dramatically, rubbing his stomach while he did, earning a couple of giggles from both kids. "Just settling an argument." Euphemia smiled, placing a hand on both of their shoulders and guiding them into the kitchen.

Settling down at the table, she placed the book on a nearby counter and settled down across from Fleamont, James and Sonya sitting on the other two sides across from each other. Just as they settled into their chairs, a small, female house elf tottered into the room, a large platter hovering in front of her as she walked towards the table and set it down.

"Dinner Misters and Missuses!" She squeaked happily, earning a bright smile from Sonya as she bowed low enough for her long nose to brush the floor. "Thank you Bellsy." Sonya and Euphemia murmured to the house elf as she turned and walked from the room.

James bounced in his chair and reached forward to snag a piece of meat from the platter only to have his mother slap the back of his hand lightly. "James, manners." She raised an eyebrow at his sulking and turned to Fleamont with the same look when she spotted his hand inching towards the platter himself.

Sonya ducked her head down and hid a grin when he tossed her and James a pained grimace and settled back in his chair reluctantly. Once sure everyone was seated properly and not trying to steal bites of anything, she pulled out her wand and flicked it smartly, sending pieces of roast and scoops of vegitables to each plate.

"Mum, what are we doing for tomorrow?" James asked midway through the meal, making both of his parents look up at each other with wry smiles. Sonya on the other hand was confused. What was so special about tomorrow? The only thing she knew was it was Monday, unless they had something special planned? But why not the weekend instead?

Picking at her food Sonya frowned at the questions in her mind and glanced across the table at James. "What's special about tomorrow?"

"It's James's birthday tomorrow." Fleamont explained, digging into his second helping with gusto. "Oh... I didn't know." She murmured softly, looking back down at her food and picked at it again. Looking over at Euphemia, she put her fork down and folded her hands neatly on her lap. "When's my birthday?"

At this both of the adults paused, glancing at each other then back at her hesitantly. "Well-"

James snorted, cutting Fleamont off as he shoved a carrot in his mouth and chewed it quickly before swallowing. "Stupid! You can't even remember your birthday?'

"I'm not stupid! I just can't remember!" Sonya shot back, feeling frustrated tears build up in her eyes when James shot her a blank look. "How can you forget your birthday is the same day as mine? You really are stupid." Rolling his eyes, he shoved another large bite of roast in his mouth without another word.

"But tomorrow's your birthday." Sonya frowned, watching him as he let out a groan and looked up at her with narrow eyes. "You look like me, so obviously your my twin! Now hurry up and eat, I wanna go outside and play before we gotta go to bed." Shaking his head, James returned his full attention back to the food in front of him.

Euphemia and Fleamont shared a small smile at Jame's words. It seemed like he had actually paid attention to the conversation they had with him the day after she had arrived. At first he didn't want them to adopt her, but Fleamont had the brilliant idea to tell him that they looked enough like she could be his twin sister for fun.

He had gone quiet after that and turned back to his toy broomstick and didn't say another word. They weren't sure if he had even bothered to remember what they said.

Sonya blinked at James then looked at the adults with a confused look on her face. "I'm not his twin."

"No, but wouldn't it be fun to pretend, Darling?" Euphemia asked with a teasing smile at the young girl's curious expression. "Yeah! Can you think of all the jokes we can make?" James added enthusiastically, leaning forward on the table, he grinned at Sonya as she looked back at him, a small smile growing on her own face. "No one will know! It'll be our secret!"

"When we go to Hogwarts, we can take each other's classes and no one will know!" James added, much to his mother's disapproval and quickly ducked his head down under her sharp gaze. "I wasn't serious."

Fleamont on the other hand bit back a chuckle and hid it behind his wineglass when his wife turned to look at him this time. "That's right, James, you should always go to your own classes." He said sternly, making both kids shoot each other a quick grin before quickly disappearing into their food again.

"Of course." Euphemia sighed and shook her head before turning back to her food with a smile on her lips.


"James?" Looking over at where Sonya sat in the fading sunlight, James tossed a handful of grass at her. "What?"

"Do you really think I'll go to Hogwarts?" Sonya rolled over on her stomach and looked up at him with a small frown. "I mean..." She picked at some of the grass in front of her nervously, shredding a few blades between her fingers. "We don't even know if I'm magic."

With a snort, James leaned over and flopped across her back, making the girl groan at the sudden additon of weight. "Of course you will, no twin of mine is staying home while I go to school."

"But we aren't-"

"Shut up." He pushed her head down into the grass. "You're going with me."

"Fine..." Sonya picked her head back up and brushed off the dirt on her face with a grimace. "Get off, you're heavy."

Rolling over onto his back, James wiggled it against Sonya with a childish laugh. "But I'm comfortable."

"Jaaames, get off!" Whining, Sonya squirmed under him in an attempt to escape and failed when he pressed harder against her. "Not until you say you're going!"

"Fine! I'll go to Hogwarts with you!" Trying to push herself up, Sonya attempted to dislodge her brother before giving up and just laying there until he finally rolled off of her and laid on the grass again.

"Good, it would be boring if you didn't."

"James, Sonya! Bedtime!" Fleamont's voice echoed over the lawn, reaching the two kids where they lay and making the both of them groan simultaneously and clamber to their feet. "Race you there!" Sonya perked up at James's challenge and grinned before taking off after him. "No fair! You cheated!"

"Did not!"

"Did too, James!"


Fumbling with the door, James slowly pushed it open and peered around the edge into the room, eyes squinting into the dark. "Sonya?"

When no one answered, he crept inside, making his way towards the bed against the far wall, eyes locked onto his target: the huddled figure under the blankets.

"Sonya..." Whispering, he reached out and pushed her shoulder, earning a low growl from the girl as she burrowed deeper into the bed. Rolling his eyes, James yanked the blanket off of her and jumped on the bed, making her scream in surprise and jolt upright, slamming the boy in the face with a wildly flailing arm.

With a cry of pain, James tumbled off of her bed and onto the floor, clutching at his nose while Sonya tumbled off after him. "Wha- Who- James? Groaning in pain herself, Sonya looked over at her brother with a frown. "What happened to you?"

"You punched me!" He groaned, rubbing at his sore nose with a wince. "You jumped on me!" She defended, sitting up and glaring at him just as their parents opened the door to her room and stood in the doorway staring at them in bemusement.

"James, I believe I remember telling you to let her sleep." Euphemia chastised, moving over to examine his reddening nose critically. "Thankfully it isn't broken, just sore." She smiled and rubbed his hair fondly when he grumbled under his breath.

"I was tired of waiting." He whined, making both parents chuckle and roll their eyes fondly before getting both children to their feet and leading them downstairs into the kitchen.

Stumbling down the stairs, Sonya rubbed her eyes with a wide yawn and plopped into her chair, still half asleep as she watched the rest of them settle into their own seats. A few seconds later, Bellsy walked in, floating a platter of crepes in front of her to settle in the center of the table, followed by multiple bowls of various fruits and spreads before filling their glasses with milk and orange juice before bowing low. "Happy birthday, Master James and Mistress Sonya!" She squeaked happily, her wide brown eyes sparkling with good cheer when she looked up at them.

"Thank you Bellsy." Sonya and James grinned at the house elf as she backed out of the room with a smile of her own. Turning back to the table, Sonya eyed the crepe being put on her plate critically and glanced across at James who was loading his with strawberries and orange jam.

"Sonya?" Looking over at Euphemia, Sonya tipped her head to the food curiously. "Uh..."

"Don't you dare say you don't like Crepes!" James piped up, fork halfway to his mouth as he stared at her with a mixture of horror and shock.

"Um... Actually, I don't think I've ever had one before." She admitted sheepishly, earning another horrified look from James, this one somehow worse than the previous. "What?"

"Well, put what you want on it and see what you think." Fleamont grinned, helping himself to a second crepe. "We have them every year on James's birthday."

"Why don't you try the strawberry jam on yours?" Euphemia suggested, sliding the jar over to Sonya with a smile. "It's my favorite."

Smiling back at her, Sonya spread some on her crepe and rolled it up like James did before cutting off a piece and taking a bite. Mid-chew her eyes widened in surprise and she swallowed it down to get another bite quickly, earning a couple of chuckles from the adults there.

"See! I knew you'd like it!" James crowed, already on his third crepe, the evidence of the last two sticking to his face much to his mother's amusement. Turning to his father, James shoved another bite in his mouth. "What are we doing today?"

"We are chewing with our mouths closed, James." His mother admonished, making the boy shoot her a sheepish look before swallowing. "And, your father and I decided this year we would take you to Diagon Alley to choose your own present." She finished, her eyes flicking between Sonya and James then across at Fleamont with a smile.

"Truthfully, we weren't sure what you would like, Sonya." Fleamont admitted sheepishly when he glanced over at the silent girl as she tucked into her second crepe.

"You don't have to give me anything." She said softly, staring down at her plate as she put her fork down and folded her hands on her lap, twisting her fingers nervously. "You already let me live here."

"Oh, Darling. It's more than that, you're family now. And sharing a birthday with James includes presents." Euphemia murmured, reaching over to cover one of her hands with her own. "Please let us do this for you, Darling."

Biting her lip, she glanced across the table at James who seemed to be attempting to get her attention. Once he had it, he jerked his head towards his parents, silently telling her to ask something. Furrowing her eyebrows, she stared at him in confusion, at a complete loss at what he wanted before he gave up and rolled his eyes.

"She's family so she can call you mum and dad, right?" He blurted out, making Sonya turn a deep red in embarrassment and duck her head down. "You adopted her right? So she can call you mum and dad."

"Of course... But..." Sharing a look, both parents turned to Sonya with easy smiles on their faces. "It was something you needed to choose."

"So... I can call you mum?" Sonya asked quietly, her voice a bare whisper as she finally looked up at Euphemia with a hesitant smile.

"Of course, anything you want." She answered, nodding over at Fleamont and making Sonya glance over at him. "And you can call him dad if you want too. But he's so onery I wouldn't blame you if you didn't." She teased, making James and Sonya laugh at his expense as he pouted at his wife.

A wide smile spread across Sonya's face as she stared at them. A family, her family actually. Squeezing Euphemia's hand, she let go and turned back to her breakfast without another word, completely content once more.


"James, Sonya, hurry up! It'll be too busy to use the floo to get to Diagon Alley before long!" Fleamont shouted up the stares and turned to his wife. "How can two children take so long changing clothes?"

"It's their birthday dear, and Sonya's first trip to Diagon Alley. I'm sure James is just helping her." His wife shook her head and settled down in one of the chairs beside the fireplace to wait.

"Coming!" Two sets of feet thundered down the stairs as both children ran down them. Coming to a halt at the bottom, they looked up at Fleamont with identical grins on their faces.

Said grins prompted by the fact they were wearing identical shirts and trousers. Sonya's hair tugged back in a ponytail and James's swept back slightly away from his face. "Ready!" They chorused together, their brown eyes sparkling with amusement at Fleamont's expression.

"My my, a set of twins if I ever did see one." Euphemia spoke up with a laugh, making both kids look over at her and sling their arms across each other's shoulders. "That's what we are!" Apparently the time they took getting ready was a chance to practice speaking in sync as well.

"What- Now hold on." Fleamont pointed a finger at Sonya. "Where is that lovely green dress your mother and I picked out for you last week?"

Sonya blinked and looked down at her clothes, a small grin flicking across her face at the fact he said 'Mother' instead of his wife's name. "James and I thought it would be fun to wear the same clothes." She explained hesitantly, looking over at her mother with a small frown. "Should I change?"

"No, Darling. Don't listen to him, he's just out of sorts because it's taking so long to get there." She answered easily, patting Fleamont on the cheek teasingly when he harrumphed under his breath and moved towards the fireplace.

Sharing a grin with James, Sonya followed them over to the fireplace and watched curiously as their father picked up a handful of sparkling powder and tossed it in. Immediately green flames shot up and crackled merrily much to her surprise.

With wide eyes, she backed up a couple of steps and pressed her back against a bookshelf, tremors shaking her body as she stared at the fire. "Sonya?" James's voice seemed to come from a long way even though he stood right in front of her with worry clear in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Sonya sank to the floor and covered her head with her arms, her breaths coming in short, panicked bursts as she tried to get the image of fire raging around her out of her head. "No no no..."

"Mum! Something's wrong!"

"Stand back, James. Let me in."

"You don't think this is left over from what happened before?"

"It could be. Poor child."

A pair of gentle arms wrapped around Sonya, engulfing her in the familiar scent of Fleamont's favorite tobacco mixed with the smell of books. Reaching up, Sonya clung to his shirt, her breaths breaking off into soft sobbing noises. "No fire, no fire... Please."

"It's alright, we won't use the floo." Her father soothed her softly, a hand petting the top of her head gently. "You can appirate with me. Would that be better?"

Sniffling slightly, she nodded and finally looked up at him, her face damp with tears she didn't know had fallen. "I'm sorry." She added miserably, the feeling that she had done something wrong nagging at her already.

"It's not your fault." He murmured, slowly getting up and helping her to her feet. "You can't help it."

Glancing over at James, Sonya offered him a small, trembling smile when she spotted his worried expression. "We'll meet you there." Their mother added, reaching down to take James's hand and lead him towards the fireplace. "In the Leaky Cauldron." She added as James stepped into the fireplace, making Sonya's heart leap in her throat as she watched.

Tossing her a casual grin, he called out 'Leaky Cauldron!' and vanished into the flames. Staring wide-eyed at the spot, she looked up at her father in a panic. "He-"

"Is waiting in the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of us." He finished easily, waving off his wife so she could step into the fire herself and meet James there. "Hold onto my arm, love." He murmured, holding it out for her to take with a smile. "Better hurry or James will drag your mother somewhere we will never find them."

With a smile, Sonya reached out and gripped the top of his arm tightly, remembering the trip she took with Dumbledore to get there. "Deep breath, here we go!" With a spin, Fleamont apperated them right into the Leaky Cauldron next to the fireplace just as Euphemia stepped out.

Sucking in a deep breath, Sonya stumbled away and gagged slightly into a nearby bucket much to James's amusement as he rushed over to join them. "Might want to hold your breath next time." He said conversationally when she finally straightened up, a wide grin on his face when she shot him an unamused look.

"Now then, who's ready to shop?" Looking over at their parents, James and Sonya grinned wide and nodded enthusiastically. Turning to his wife, Fleamont held out his arm with a charming smile. "Shall I escort my lady to the shops?"

"Why of course." Euphemia fluttered her eyelashes and linked her arm with his with a chuckle when James pretended to be sick. "Just wait, James. One day you'll find a girl that you'll treat with the same respect." His father chided, making the boy roll his eyes and tug on Sonya's hand to get her moving. "Never."

"We'll see, son." Chuckling, their father pulled out his wand and tapped the brick on the wall, opening the arch into Diagon Alley. Gripping James's arm, Sonya stared around with wide eyes at all the shops and people walking to and fro on the cobbled street.

"Is it what you hoped it would be?" Looking over at his sister, James grinned at her expression and tugged her along the road, their parents trailing along behind, keeping a close watch on the kids as he lead her towards his favorite shop.

"This is Quality Quidditch Supplies." He explained excitedly, pointing at the window where a beautiful broom sat. "Everything you ever want right here."

"Wow! Look at that!" Sonya gasped, pressing her hands on the glass as she leaned close enough to read the inscription on the handle. "Shooting Star."

"It's the best one out so far." James added, leaning in as well to take a look at the broom himself. "Mum and Dad won't let us get brooms of our own until we're ten though." He added with a sigh, moving away from the window and tugging on her arm so he could drag her away.

"That's three years!" Sonya complained, letting him drag her away towards another shop. Grumbling under her breath, she came to a stop next to James as he peered through another store window curiously. "But we'll still have practice before we go to Hogwarts." He shrugged, glancing over at Sonya as she cupped her hands around her eyes to see through the window better.

"What's this?"

Shrugging, James looked over at their parents. "Can we go in here?"

"It's your birthday, Dear." Their mother smiled wryly and watched as he tugged Sonya inside without another word.

Overhead a magical shrunken head bounced on a chain as they stepped inside. "Welcome to Magical Menagerie! Where every magical wish comes true!"

Staring up at it, Sonya tugged on James's arm slowly. "That head spoke."

"Yeah, they can be annoying sometimes." He shrugged and wandered over to a nearby shelf to inspect a set of gobstones. "Just ignore it."

"Okay..." Dragging her eyes away from the shrunken head, she glanced around the shop curiously, drawn over to a shelf holding several boxes with labels like: 'Make your own Cauldron kit!' and 'Master the art of magical stitching! *wand not included'

Frowning, she pushed them aside and peered at the boxes behind the ones in front, a grey one with silver lettering catching her eye. Reaching in the back, she stood on her tiptoes with a grunt, trying to reach it.

"Need some help, young witch?" A friendly voice spoke up, making her jump in surprise and spin around to stare up at one of the workers sheepishly. "I can't reach the box in the back..."

Peering into the shelf, the young woman smiled and reached in, tugging out the grey box and held it out for Sonya to inspect. "Is this it?"

Smiling wide, she took the box gratefully. "Yes, thank you!"

Tipping her head to the side, the witch studied Sonya with a wide smile. "You look a little young to understand wizard's chess."

Folding her arms across the box, Sonya held it to her chest with a grin. "I love chess. Thank you again!" Turning around, she darted off through the shop in search of her parents. Chuckling under her breath, the witch turned to another customer asking for help, already forgetting about the strange child.

"Mum, I found something." Sonya crowed excitedly, drawing her attention away from the box of gobstones James had asked about and over to Sonya as she held out the Wizards chess set with a hopeful expression. "Please?"

Feeling a smile grow at the simple fact Sonya had called her 'mum', Euphemia took the box from her hands and turned it over curiously. It was obviously old considering the dust collected on top of it, but she had to admit the pieces inside when she opened it up were attractive.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked, looking down at Sonya as she shut the box and held it out for her to take. Nodding her head quickly, she clutched it to her chest with a wide smile. "I love chess. I had a muggle chess board at home I played."

Raising her eyebrows, her mother shared a look with her father before shrugging delicately. "If that's what you want, darling." Glancing over, she spotted James already reaching for another present while Fleamont stood to the side holding the gobstones set.

"It seems James is insisting on another present already." She tisked and smiled indulgently at her son when he glanced back over at his mother with a wide grin.

Turning back to Sonya, she held out her hand for the young girl to take. "Shall we look for something else for you?" Taking her hand, Sonya stared up at her, teeth worrying her lower lip like she normally did when anxious. "I already have one present."

"Yes, and it just wouldn't be fair if James had two. Come now, I'm sure you'll find something over here that you'll like." Tugging gently, she lead Sonya towards the back of the store where the books were located and looked down at her wide eyes with a light laugh. "Go ahead."

Reaching out, she took the chess set from Sonya and gently nudged her in the back towards the shelves. "You love reading your father's books so much, I would assume you would like some of your own."

"Thank you!" With a laugh, Sonya dashed forward and quickly lost herself in the multitude of books and titles, her fingers brushing against bindings as she read them one by one before grabbing one and pulling it out with a slight grunt. It was heavy and big, but the title was hard to ignore.

'Twenty magical adventures for Magical children.'

"Oh, James loves the story of the wishing tree." Peering over her shoulder, Euphemia smiled at Sonya when she looked up at her curiously. "But the book was ruined in the rain one day. He and your father left it outside one night and forgot about it until it was too late."

Opening the book, Sonya eyed the table of contents curiously, a couple of titles jumping out at her before she smiled and closed it. "Can I have this one then?"

"Of course, I'm sure you'll love it." Brushing a hand over Sonya's hair fondly, she turned to Fleamont and James as they walked up. "Finished already, James?"

Tucking his hands into his pockets, James shrugged and smiled up at his mother. "Dad thought you two left."

Harrumphing under his breath, Fleamont eyed the things in his wife's and daughter's arms. "Find what you wanted, love?"

"A book and a wizard chess set." Sonya smiled up at him, earning a chuckle. "I thought you might find the books in here." He eyed his wife with amusement, some secret passing between the two of them as they lead the kids over to the counter to pay for the things they picked out.


~ * ~ REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW ~ * ~